Even with the stars above, I still can’t find my way home. Home use to be in your arms. Home was the shelter of your body holding mine. You use to see the universe in my eyes, now all I see is are dark skies.
This is such a fantastic idea. Time consuming but in an amazing way. Imagine the gratifying and satisfying feeling you’ll get once its finished. And to get to look at it every day. I really want to do this to one of the walls in our apartment.
Tell me if you ever cared
if a single thought
for me was spared.Tell me when you lied in bed,
do you think of something
I once said.Tell me if you hurt at all,
when someone says
my name with yours.It may have been long ago,
but I would give
the world to know.
